Rose Coloured Glass

My head spins.

You’d think it would stop sometime.

Oh well.

So sick of navel gazing.

Maybe I’ll try naval gazing instead

And ponder God’s thoughts

Given form in the sea breezes.

My belief

Where does it come from?

I don’t know.

You are there

You are God

Sometimes that is enough.

It must be enough

There’s nothing else

To hold onto.

You are always there

The one constant

In my spinning/dizzy world.

Is this what is called faith?

© Rosalie Miller 2006

Sometimes I feel

Like a pedestrian in my life,

Like I am standing still

And the scenery is moving.

The illusion of time passing

The illusion of growth

But instead

Like a road under traffic

I feel worn down.

A road does not move

Perspective –

It is given that appearance

By the constant movement nearby.

© Rosalie Miller 2006